SEA-FEVER 59

SEA-FEVER

I MUST down to the seas again, to the lonely sea

and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her

by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the

white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn

breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the

running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be

denied;
And all 1 ask is a windy day with the white clouds

flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the

sea-gulls crying.